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I recall her words during those casual conversations in my mundane daily life.
Sometimes, she would say things that I have never thought of, things that are reflective and somewhat philosphical.
She's always gazing at something far away. It feels like she's seeing a different world from me.
She gazes with a gloomy face, as if she's thinking about someone somewhere else.
Why is that, whenever I looked at her undecipherable side face, I felt my chest tightening?===
『月が満ちる』
ところで ～の曲って2年くらい前にTwitterに上げられてた奴じゃないですか！！！メロディがすごく好きだったので回収されて嬉しすぎます……最後の劇中曲名的にまだ世には出ないのかもしれませんが、フルで聴ける日を楽しみにしております……！
Creating art is, I think, the most beautiful thing in this world—
She once said that.
I think I now understand what that means by a little.
In order to get closer to her spirit, and to learn a bit more about her, I have continued with my music.
I believed that something can be saved by doing so.===
『真昼の月明かり』
She called her own works "Moon at midday".
"Even though it's there, it can't illuminate anything."
There's nothing like that, Yuma.
The moonlight lit by you has helped me to live.
The moonlight that you have lit has helped me to live.
"Moonlight at midday"
This is a song about a moon like you.
This is the first song that I wrote about her.
This was the first song that I wrote about her.
This is also the song that made me well known to the public.
This was also the song that made me well known to the public.
I left the company I'd been working for and came to the city. I decided to truly become a singer-songwriter because I'd earned quite an amount of money from this song.
However, the fact that I labelled her story with a price and made money off her gave me complicated feelings.==
Her living place remained the way when she was here during my visit.
It is as if the time here has stopped flowing.
『だれかの心臓になれたなら』この動画内で登場した楽曲についてはおそらくこんな感じです！
I saw her diary there.
And i don't know what's sound is this but i love and very curious for this sound
Then, I saw the final work she left behind.
The lyrics and melodies ended abruptly halfway. It is an incomplete song.
In the song, I write about her.
And the name of song is—
What is name of the piece please (1)
What is name of the piece please (2)
Holding the letter from her, I sat by the window in the sparsely filled train.
As large buildings slowly disappeared from the landscape, it occured to me that I was leaving the bustling city and reaching my hometown.
At the same time, memories of those moments came back to me with a rush.
Although it's something that had happened years ago, I didn't find it nostalgic. I had never forgotten about it.
The sound of rubbing tight steel guitar strings.The rooftop of the dimly lit school building.The scent of rain wafting atop the concrete floor.The noisy railway crossing bell.The abandoned railway lines drenched in rain.The hospital ward full of stains.The metal transmission towers that cut the sky into pieces.The evening bus stop.The stationary ferris wheel.
ここら辺音楽の早いところ？でテンポいいな､みたい覚えてたけどこの動画みてちょっと切なく感じた､､､なんかやっぱ深いな､､､私は彼女になりたかったはい、ここで涙腺感しにました
Ordinary scenes that existed everywhere. Even though the world around me was gradually changing, I still convinced myself that the same everyday life would go on forever.
The reason why I still write about those moments, is because I haven't moved forward in life.
The reason why I still dwell in my memories, is surely because I can't say the word "goodbye".
All the things I've been through with her in that one year and a half are just as vivid as the image projected from a movie projector.
In the scenes of those memories, me and her appear as if we are being watched through a viewfinder from a slightly distant place.
The girl whose hair is cut to the length of her collar and the girl whose beautiful long black hair reminds people of a wet crow's feathers.
That day -- the scene of us performing a musical piece for the first time.
Two girls sitting side by side in front of a piano are pressing on the piano keys.
A Canon played by two.
Ever since the day I followed behind her melody, I have been pursuing her all the time.
For me, that was the beginning of a new world.
If she keeps on walking, she will be able to leave the darkness. If she keeps on running, she can even get closer to the moon. If she keeps on wishing, she can make anything come true. She strongly believes these without a sense of doubt.
That is how she looked like in my eyes.
The girl who is never discouraged by anything, who gives all she has to music. She's dazzling, noble and pretty.
I wanted to be like her.
She is, without a doubt, the reason why my world was transformed.
Or rather, she is still my entire world now.
Surrounded on all sides by tall buildings under the narrow skies of the urban district.
Powdery snow fluttered down from the sky, giving a hint of early winter. Without piling up, they melted and dampened the streets slightly.
The square in front of the general store where countless people walk past each other is the place I first heard her sing.===
から白夜になってるも驚きだけど、
初っ端のピアノ に凄くカノン(ヨハン・パッヘルベルの曲)を感じた。ユリイ・カノンさんだけに。
It was a clear, yet powerful, comfortable and melodious voice.
The voice made the chill winter air tremble as it reached my ears and pervaded my entire body.
It was a girl with beautiful long hair, playing an acoustic guitar while singing in her school uniform.
Later, I asked her for the name of the song."Reason For Existence."
Just like its name, the song became what I hold on to.
Looking up to the girl, I got into music and, before I knew it, six years' time had passed.
She gave me the name "Rino". It was my name as a musician. That was another me: one as real as it gets, yet also a fabrication.
から内容と白夜のサビが、ユマに名前をつけてもらったのに対して生きる理由が形を変えたって考えるとえぐい
That name was now being displayed on giant street displays. When I looked at my name, I became lost in deep thoughts.===
I truly believe that I have no value at all. After all, I'm just mimicking the girl. An impostor who follows what she does.
から入るBGM、逆再生っぽいけどなんの曲なんだろう…？
Even on the music manuscripts that I filled in, even in the notebook where I wrote songs, I always find traces of her in them.I'm only chasing after her shadow.One can even say that the very existence of Rino is a creation of hers.
の所、どうしてもwowakaを重ねてしまうのは自分だけでは無いと思ってる……
If there was a god of music, she would definitely be the one loved by the god.Why am I the one living instead of her? I don't understand why even until now.
On the last day we spoke, the way she smiled on the other side of the railway crossing gate was etched in my mind. Even until now, I have never forgotten it.===
あの歌って結構病み曲？って感じのイメージで捉えてたけどこれを見てすごいイメージ変わった､､､なんか映画の涙腺感もあって好き､､､
I wrote another song about her again. I guess she would feel tired about it too at this point.Yet, even so, I will still compose songs about her again and again.
鳥肌ﾌﾞﾜｧｧｧｧｧｧｧｧｧってなりました最高です
Everything has become the past, turning into memories that are more and more distant. I was afraid that as time passed, it would be as if nothing had ever happened in the first place.
To overcome sadness, or to move on, anything would be fine for me.It would be a lie if I told myself not to think about anything and to act like an adult. It would make me feel like something important is lost.
Maybe there is nothing to be said. It's only these helpless feelings, these aimless thoughts, and life screaming at the unsightly things.
It's all lies. Fabrications. Whenever I sing a song like this, her words pierce my rotten self inside.
I can still remember the day when I first met her. The bus stop in a rainy day. The girl who held out an umbrella to me.
If I had known the weather forecast on that day, if I hadn't taken the bus at that time, these alone might have made everything different.
Was it wrong? Was it right?
There is no correct answer. She would surely say the same thing.
There will be no mistake about it.
That day would have been just as ordinary had I not met her. It would have been nothing more than a fragment of the mundane life going on.
The scenery along the usual path, the lyrics of those familiar songs, and the stories that I know well, they all become something different after I met her.
That is also the case after I lost her.
Hey, Yuma.
I wonder, if there was no such a life, would we not lose anything in the first place?
Would we not learn about all the scars, mistakes, sorrows, bitterness, lies and pains?If there was no such a life--
「どうか色物のあたしにも」
〜 好きです
ここからめちゃ好き
"piano solo" uhh epic 😎👌
あたりってもしかしてまほろば少年譚かなでしこ色のハートっぽくね？
辺りからの落ちサビ(?)のあと盛り上がっていくところが好きです...
「観せてやるわ呉れてやる、継いで接いで成す命の音色をそう死して尚も咲く人間劇場だ」が歌詞もメロディもカッコ良すぎる